Abyss Demon of the Worlds

Looking at Hawthorn on stage.

Sayah didn't know how he was feeling.

The counter-evidence is very complicated: 'I don't know whether my luck is good or bad, how did I get hit by the first world war in more than 100,000 years, and I'm not even an official wizard. ’

This unexpected development directly disrupted 90% of his thoughts.

I don't even know what to do.

He found desperately: 'It seems that I can't do anything except watch...'

who I am? where am I? what should I do?

It's not just him, these three questions have become the doubts of most people in the wizarding world.

And those mortal countries that have just been notified have no concept at all. What is a world war? ?

Something that hadn't happened in hundreds of thousands of years caught them off guard in an instant.

This thing is too far for them.

The sense of substitution is like ancient mythology.

When it was put in front of them all at once, they really couldn't understand it.

[Increase the population at all costs. 】

Looking at this simple order, many kings scratched their hair for some reason.

Until the next day, another order came down.

[Within three days, marriageable men and women must marry if they have enough of the opposite sex. If they refuse to marry, they will all be hanged on the spot. 】

Only then did I realize what the so-called strength at all costs is.

The folks are just a mess of chickens and dogs.

Many single dogs immediately faced the choice of either getting married or dying on the spot.

It's a bit sudden.

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Day 5.

The Heart of Silence is thousands of meters underground.

In a huge different-dimensional space created by witchcraft and a lot of witchcraft.

Sayah is directing the servants to send food and nutrients to the animal pen.

A large number of magical beasts that have just been unsealed are in an inevitable period of weakness because they have just recovered, and these materials are the supplies for their recovery.

And when Saya was in charge of accepting this job, it was the second day after the announcement of the war.

It was at that time that he realized that there were so many different spaces under the academy where he had been staying for a few years.

Thirty-six layers of animal pen space.

Each floor has raised hundreds of millions of monsters, and those monsters have been controlled by witchcraft since their ancestors.

Intelligence and strength are limited, and there is nothing in the mind other than killing, multiplying, and obeying orders!

The intelligence that was originally close to that of humans is only about the same as that of cats and dogs.

And when it grows to a certain level, it will be sealed and preserved.

This not only saves the space of the animal pen and feeding materials, but also prevents them from dying in vain, and is used as a reserve source of troops.

If even the reserve space is full, those extra monsters will be killed according to the principle of strength from weak to strong, and they will be transported to other places in the academy as materials for the use of teachers and students inside.

And this is the source of the materials that the Heart of Silent consumes day and night.

Saya is now in charge of a small area on the 11th floor of the animal pen, and there are probably millions of newly revived magical beasts to manage.

These beasts are the weakest level 2 peak, the strongest level 3 peak, and the fourth level is not, because at that level of strength, even the sorcery of blood and soul has a considerable probability to be broken by it, so it belongs to Something outside the safety line.

Seeing the carts of supplies being transported away, Saya couldn't tell what mood he was in.

A few days ago, he never dreamed that a wizard apprentice himself could manage so many powerful monsters!

Just pick the weakest one here, and you can kill him in one breath.

With millions of them huddled together, the power that is automatically emitted from the body surface can make him stand unsteady, and he feels like he is about to faint.

If it wasn't for the robes he was wearing, he wouldn't be able to do this job at all.

'I don't know what happened to Char. He seems to be taking care of those ancient wizards who have just recovered. I just hope their temper will not be too difficult...'

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The white-haired fluttering, muscular old man roared at the thin bamboo pole-like dwarf beside him, "Eat me with a punch!"

"boom!"

Without dodging or dodging, after punching hard with his head, the short wizard didn't even shake his body, and said with a weird smile on his face, "Jie Jie Jie~ trash! Didn't you eat!"

Seeing that the other party dared to mock him, the white-haired old man was furious: "You bastard, I didn't blow my Carter-style fighting skills!"

The dwarf retorted disdainfully: "It's just a piece of scum, in front of my Elsla flow body refining witchcraft, it's a hot chicken!"

"I hit..."

"Silly……"

The two fought each other again.

The onlookers on the side could only be anxious, the old man with two heads on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Don't hit, don't hit, please don't hit again! You are all wizards, you won't be killed like this. Human!"

"Fuck him! Wizards use a hammer sorcery, sorcery is for weak chickens, and it's fun to hit with a fist!"

"Hit! Hard! Beautiful! It's this left hook!"

"Who ate my bread!"

"Does anyone want to go out and prostitute..."

"What! Lao Tzu's kingdom has been dead for tens of thousands of years!"

"What! The kingdom that destroyed my kingdom has been destroyed for tens of thousands of years!"

"What! That place has changed countries 985 times!"

"I'll hit you……"

Hiding in the corner, watching the scene where the ghosts were screaming and dancing in the distance, Char's young heart was very overwhelmed.

'Do these big guys need someone else to take care of them? You can eat, drink, prostitute, bet, fight, fight, and be full of energy! ’

These guys were quite normal when they just woke up.

But within two or three days, it turned into this kind of virtue, just like having a madness. Even if I indulge it arbitrarily, I still spit everywhere and affect the hygiene, and the original image is completely lost.

According to the information he obtained, the two fighting guys in the center of the venue, the old man with muscles and his body had slept for more than 40,000 years, while the short and stunted one had slept for more than 90,000 years, and even participated in the A world war.

As for the people present, excluding him who was making soy sauce and the servants who were responsible for serving tea and pouring water, these wizards all had at least level four strength!

Although these guys have not lived for hundreds of years and have entered the end of their lives, they are all very good at fighting, so they chose to be sealed and become the foundation of the wizarding world.

Charle thought inexplicably: 'Isn't it a long time to say hundreds of years? Why do these guys talk like they are dying soon? Maybe this is the mentality of the strong...'